Gyrate with Obliqueness Songtext
von r u s s e l b u c k

We seem to fear
A mutual overwhelming meekness
It files us down to blunted cogs
That′s our weakness
But who's to say we′re spurs and gears
Doomed to fit sad machines
We can pirouette, single or duet
Gyrate with obliqueness


We seem to fear
A mutual overwhelming meekness
It files us down to blunted cogs
That's our weakness
But who's to say we′re spurs and gears
Doomed to fit sad machines
We can pirouette, single or duet
Gyrate with obliqueness

We seem to fear
A mutual overwhelming meekness
It files us down to blunted cogs
That′s our weakness
But who's to say we′re spurs and gears
Doomed to fit sad machines
We can pirouette, single or duet
Gyrate with obliqueness


Everyone I've come to love
Swears that they′re broken
A nervous tic, obsessiveness
We're peculiar and brazen
But who defines a paradigm
That′s so seemingly unhuman?
We've found our torque, not their force
We gyrate with obliqueness